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there is one thing that does not change, and hearts 

 are as true to sport, old hands are as wise, and young 

 hands as keen as when the first Duke of Cleveland 

 rode out from Raby with his retinue of devoted 

 followers. What may be termed the continuity 

 of hunting is one of its principal features. There 

 is nothing spasmodic about it ; men may come 

 and men may go, but, like the brook, hunting 

 still goes on its way, let us hope, for ever. Some 

 countries may be given up for a time, but even 

 when they are of the roughest, and what every one 

 but an enthusiast would call unhuntable, some one 

 generally turns up in a few years to try them once 

 more. Badminton, Brocklesby, and Belvoir are 

 still household words, as they have been for up- 

 wards of two hundred years, and Wentworth and 

 Milton are still famous for their hounds. John 

 Warde and Mr. Musters, Lord Darlington and 

 " the Squire," and Mr. Assheton Smith have 

 worthy successors in Mr. George Lane Fox and 

 Mr. E. P. Rawnsley, in Lord Zetland, Mr. 

 Corbett, and Lord Lonsdale. In North Wales 

 and Cheshire another Sir Watkin Williams-Wynn 

 reigns as successfully as did his ancestors of that 

 name, and in the wild west the name of Nicholas 

 Snow is associated with sport as it was in the days 

 of the Doones and Katerfelto. And, in spite of 

 gloomy forebodings, there is a bright lookout 

 forward. All over the country are keen young 

 men, who, when they take hold of hounds, do 

 not intend to be the merely ornamental figure-head 

 despised of our worthy friend Jorrocks. They 

 want to know, and they get to know. Such being 

 the case, the future of fox-hunting seems to be 

 assured, and when a hundred years hence the 



